For those of you who have yet to watch the final installment of the Hunger Games movie series, let me warn you, this post contains a few spoilers.
The Hunger Games was one of those series that I was hesitant to get into. I enjoy dystopian -fantasy-drama-love stories as much as the next person, but I was afraid that the novels and movies would not live up to the hype.
Reading the novels, I was completely enthralled. The Capital was twisted, sadistic. The Districts beat down and hopeless.
Then the unimaginable happens: one person stands against tradition. One person refuses to kill everyone. One person forms bonds with the other Tributes. One person says that the Capital can’t control her. And thus, Katniss became the Mockingjay.
I loved the first two novels – how the story unfolded. The details and layers. The fighting scenes. The wrestling of conscious. But then I came to the end of the third.
When Suzanne Collins (the author) wrote the scene – the most shocking scene in a series full of shocking events – where sweet Prim dyes while trying to rush in and save people – I wanted to throw the book. It was devastating. As an author, a storyteller, your job is not only to present a realistic story but to give your hero a reason to continue on. You do not destroy the entire reason for EVERYTHING.
I know most of us hoped that the movie would veer away from this unnecessary darkness but it didn’t. For once, Hollywood followed the script laid out in the book.
To say that I was disappointed would be an understatement.
Even worse than the fact that Prim died, was the fact that Hollywood did it in a manner that barely allowed the audience to feel its impact. This should have been the most heart wrenching scene in the entire movie. It should have been dramatic. Her reaction emphasized. Her devastation apparent.
Because here’s the truth of the matter: if not for Katniss’s love for her sister, she would have never been a part of the Hunger Games. She would have never became the Mockingjay.
It was like spitting in the face of everyone – all the characters, deaths, and pain was for naught. The journey broke Katniss and in the novel she became whiny and weak and I was glad the movie didn’t have enough time to show that side of her. But what it did show left me disappointed and wanting to walk out of the theater.
Unfortunately, the final installment of the Hunger Games didn’t go out with a *Bang* but a really slow-building *Poof*